Delivers itself in Slivers

Stars stud black heaven,
a milky way,

slip off shoes
sit quietly listening,
observing

Your face shines
your eyes ,
I fall in to you

Grace
Grace, a pool of grace

Imagine grace, it is what you are, what I Am.
Sit in this minute moment, again
and again as it delivers itself in slivers

and watch as each sliver, a key so small,
defies time, the cosmos opens itself
there in a pool of grace at your feetless feet.

recognize.. when you dissolve from illusion into reality.

Were you, like me,
the last to know
you'd have to be

when awakened, It's seen
there is no other.